no space to contain this fear without the barriers it spills over to all the sides no phosphorescent mother there to catch no father to teach the scintillant way in the dark vulnerable to clichés and warnings and the debility of all that is to come and to suffer all that has passed by in the backwards of time to stoop over rotten corpses writhing in the dark of their own making in the tallest buildings to the bottom of the last sewer there i am locked away un-oxygenated still passing through the underground to someday explode into a frozen river of life that is encrypted with the secrets that have lost the wonder on the back of one man
Addiction
late at night
when the moths sleep
and the ants strategize
how to crumble a dead
water bug under the house
i wake up with fever.
the riveting white hot
hateful kind that doesn’t
let you sweat. my kidneys
brochette while my heart
slowly bakes and in a pang
of fear i think if i wait
will i live to the morning?
a war rages between heaven
and hell in a warning that
Einstein understood well
relativity unto death and life
the wormholes and quantum
so plainly in sight.
3:13 a.m.
so dimly you come. to
satiate my sole being with
liberty’s cry. but i wait
another season to trial
another pill in the angst
to chase life. a comfort
in theory, in practicum
a lie.
the barker
scurry, flurry
and tread right up
to the strangest
show on earth
come one or all who
remain in this world
to see the corpse in
the archives of time
hanging for the wolves
beloved and slated in one breath
global victim of the letter
of the law
inoperable in the one pit of time
terror and broken bone
let the vultures
entertain your value
let the earth open up and
imbibe us whole
oh holy milky way
spit us back out
through caves
let the mud and the ashes
fill in the tooth
the trees are all broken
the soul’s in the zoo
waiting for a
piece of meat
Sunny Dust
in the dirt the sun shines
delicately highlighting all
the elements found
in my skin
the wind wipes down
what is left of sweat
after the logs have
been chopped down
in my skin i feel
your lips at night
as i too feel the wires
of my debts
the lonely wolf is in our garden
love where did you go
the thunder resurrects what’s
left of me without you
my turn has come to till
the sunny dust
words less spoken 